I was standing by the flowerbush. It was the middle of july. I was wearing a lightblue dress. Smelling the flowers, I thought to myself: Soon this will be a memory. Soon I will remember something beautiful in my head, but the flowers will be gone. Now it´s december. We are waiting for the snow here in Gothenburg.
Bild från i somras, rakt utanför vårt hus på landet.
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